Rico

[Intro: Hodgy]

We in the studio

I said, we in the studio

Is this mic on? Check, check

[Verse 1: Hodgy]

I'm thankful for my position I was given in life

Cause I know some people living who ain't living this life

Read about starved children who ain't eating this right

Drug lords declare war, selling cheaper the price

Stunting dummy drug money, yeah them sneakers is nice

Get your swag from the blacks selling bags of the white

Niggas can't get a job, so we self-employed

If the coppers come a-knocking, we gon' help that boy

Bail money, welcome back home out of jail money

White girl pale money, sunny when we sell money

See seashell money, we sell money

Rain, hail money, heaven what the hell money

Dusty paper, stale money, I thought they restricted it

Did for most people but we out here getting it

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

Bunch of hands under her dress, we get the feeling that she's faded

And she's willing screaming Wolf Gang, whip me off, get me off

The sex, it turns to children, then the children turn to villains

Villain wolves screaming kill them all, fuck 'em all

And that go for anybody that come around here, that ain't from around here

Ho, you too, you ain't special, Wolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all

[Verse 2: Hodgy]

She handles herself with class

She got a nice ass but she can't run no games on me

She claim to like the stores and the clothes

Jeans bleached with the holes, but she can't get my bank homie

Too smart is no good, if she smart for no good

It's so good, she can't flaunt her thing on me

She can be full of swag, drive a Jag

Poppin' tags on the Ave but she can't get her cake from me

That sounded like the hook I threw at her and the swag I reeled her in

Said she came to feel me in, when she really came to fill me in

Like baby what's the deal with it? Seem to be attracted

By the fiancee and finance that no wifey concealin' it

Dealin' with life's shuffle, then fold

Dippin' with the duffles I hold, if we are a couple, let's go

To the place where we lead in the life to some sleep

Bring the pipe, blow the weed, punchlines to be received

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

Bunch of hands under her dress, we get the feeling that she's faded

And she's willing screaming Wolf Gang, whip me off, get me off

The sex, it turns to children, then the children turn to villains

Villain wolves screaming kill them all, fuck 'em all

And that go for anybody that come around here, that ain't from around here

Ho, you too, you ain't special, Wolf Gang kill them all, fuck 'em all